Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed

Chapter 9 Do You Like It?

"You know best in your heart, Emily. If you want to retaliate against me, fine, but don't play games with your body!"

"I'm not joking!" Emily didn't want to continue the argument with him anymore. "Nathan, even if I am being deceived, at least he paid for my father's surgery! Without him, my father might already be in the grave!" Nathan obviously hadn't considered this aspect. He furrowed his brows, "You sold yourself to earn money for your father's surgery? Emily, why didn't you come to me for help? Why go to someone else?" "I did come to you!" Emily let out a sigh. "Remember the time I asked you for three hundred thousand? You refused and accused me of being greedy!"

"Three hundred thousand... I thought you were asking for divorce compensation..." Nathan cooled down, his voice lowering. "I'll transfer the money to you now. You give it back to that man and cut ties with him." Emily smiled bitterly, "We've been married for four years, and you've never given me money. Why do you want to give me money now? Do you think that even if we divorce, I can't be with another man?" "Think whatever you want. Give me your account number, Emily, and I'll transfer the money to you now."

"No need."

"Emily, can't you see when someone's trying to help you? Get it straight!"

"I don't need your charity, Nathan. Besides, I don't even have a bank card. In the four years of our marriage, your mother forbade me from using any bank cards. She always thought I was a thief coveting your family's money, but the truth is I have no savings at all." Nathan clenched his teeth, his anger rising. "Forget it if you don't want it. But don't come crying to me when you get deceived again!"

Nathan hung up the phone in frustration.

Sophia, watching from the sidelines, timely brought a glass of lemon water. "Emily is being foolish. Don't be too angry. Have some lemon water to cool off, and I'll talk to her tomorrow."

After downing the refreshing lemon water, Nathan's anger subsided a little.

In his impression, Emily had always been meek, never daring to argue with him. She was diligent in doing household chores and respectful to his mother.

But he never expected that the usually submissive Emily would suddenly change, yelling at him and arguing with him like a different person.

Suddenly, there was a cool sensation on his temple, Sophia's fingers gently massaging.

Nathan closed his eyes comfortably, leaning against her. "Sophia, you understand me the best."

Sophia smiled and spoke softly, her voice soothing. "You married her because your grandfather wanted to fulfill his promise. In fact, you don't have much emotional foundation. These four years have been exhausting for you, I understand."

Nathan held her hand, gently placing it in his palm. "Emily hasn't had it easy either. I know my mother's temper isn't good. Over these years, I haven't been home much, and she's had to endure my mother's temper alone. And these years, she hasn't done anything excessive."

Sophia applied a bit more pressure with her fingers but remained silent.

Nathan continued, "She doesn't have a college degree, and after the divorce, she won't be able to find a good job. My mother says she won't give her a single cent, but she's still a part of my past. I'm planning to give her five hundred thousand, what do you think?" Sophia's smile started to look strange, but her tone remained soft, not letting Nathan notice anything. "She's my Emily, from my perspective, of course I'd want to give her more. But if you give her money in your name, my mother will be angry. After all, this money belongs to the Reed family. Why not give the money to me? I'll give it to her in my name."

Nathan thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "You've thought it through. How about this, I'll give you one million, you can transfer it to her tomorrow."

"Okay," Sophia turned around, sitting on Nathan's lap, hooking her arms around his neck, and giving him a kiss. "Thank you, Nathan."

Sophia's perfume wrapped around his nose, and Nathan buried his head in her chest, taking a deep breath.

Mr. Satan Didn't Come Last Night.

Emily lay alone in the spacious bed, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket, barely feeling a sense of security.

This room was not just unfamiliar to her, but also bewildering.

She had slept in this bed twice, both times in complete darkness.

Unable to sleep, she picked up her phone, wanting to text Mr. Satan to ask if he was coming tonight. But she felt it was too much anticipation and decided to put the phone down.

This room was a large presidential suite.

In front of the large bed in the bedroom is a row of wine cabinets, neatly arranged with various types of red wine. Inside the cabinet, there is also a temperature regulator installed, adjusting the Morgan degree of the wine cabinet to ensure that the red wine is stored at the most suitable temperature.

Mr. Satan was a wine lover.

Emily got up and opened the closet next to the wine cabinet.

To her surprise, it wasn't filled with suits and shirts, but rather various styles of luxury women's clothing. At the bottom of the closet, there was even a row of high heels.

Beep beep-

A message came in.

"Have you seen the closet? It's all prepared according to your size. - Satan"

Emily held the phone, thinking for a moment, then decided to make a call.

It was already past three in the morning, but Mr. Satan answered quickly. "Emily?"

"It's me," the man's magnetic voice resonated in her ears, making her a little nervous, and her voice trembled slightly. "I've seen what's in the closet, thank you."

Mr. Satan seemed to be in a good mood. "Do you like it?"

"...I like it."

"As long as you like it."

Which woman hadn't fantasized about having an entire closet of luxury items?

But for Emily, it was just a dream.

Before getting married, she was busy with various part-time jobs. Later, when she married Nathan, she had no job, no source of income. Her mother-in-law treated her like a thief, always thinking she was secretly transferring the family's assets. Nathan was a company president, but she, as the president's wife, lived more hand-to-mouth than the housekeeper.